How was the neck held closed? I felt for it, and discovered a buckle arrangement. Not a buckle with a prong in the middle. Rather one of those buckles...that relies on friction and little teeth on the buckle to stop the strap from sliding backward. I could easily imagine how quick they could be to put on a victim - drop it over his head and pull the strap almost tight; it'd take barely a second. Getting it off wasn't going to be nearly as quick though.If the strap had been very short, say half an. Wo boli to fir aao aur kha lo ye keh kar usne apna blouse khol diya maine kaha loli pop kaha hai wo boli lo itna bada to hai sab tumahara hai….Fir maine socha bholapan kaaa natak thik nahi hai aur bas mai kud pada maidan me main kutto ki tarah uski chuchi chaatne laga uske baad usne puchha flavour badalna hai kya maine kaha hai bilkul boli chal pichhe hat jaise mai hata wo puri nangi ho ke apne chut mere samne kar di aur mujhse chatwaane lagi..aur mai chatta raha uske baad to aap sabhi log. Lying on her back, I kneel on the floor and lift her legs over my shoulders. Kissing my way up her inner thigh, my fingers press her puffy lips together and knead her erect clit.“Mmm, mmm.” Mother groans.Reaching her clit, I move my tongue in circles and as she responds, I flick my tongue gently over her clit. After several minutes, I part her swollen labia with one finger and tease her G-spot.“Ooohhh, that’s it Sir!” Mom cries out.I slide my tongue from the top of her stiff clit and lick to. She shook her head, tumbling curls and smiling up at me as my fat prod rose and trembled before me, stretching out, bobbing left and right. She lifted the corner of the quilt and I climbed up beside her. We made happy throat noises as our hands explored each other and our mouths joined."Been a long time," she gasped out between kisses. "Poor Doc, he only managed to get it up twice in the year and a half we had together. Then it wouldn't stay up. He cried in my arms."We kissed and our legs.